Hello, hello? Is anyone there?
Why do I always get the feeling
I’m talking to just air?
Yet at times you send me reeling
with the power of Your love
although I feel that I am not enough.
I question You one moment, and then the next
I find myself seeking, hunting,
through Your ever-sacred text;
Stalking answers like
a prowling tiger.
Give me a sign, that’s my request,
I need to know straight from You
what is best.